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down
And they laid poor Jesse on the floor

Well Jesse had a wife to mourn for his life
Three children – they were brave
But that dirty little coward
Who

Bust a Slug

Wu-Syndicate

Wu-Syndicate

1999

This is jail, 3 burners made Tina Turner dance
Probably, you kidin me? Only my man bust side to me
I was gotta be slicin the pot, if I divide it by 3

The Park

Coolio

Slam [Clean]

1998

the jails everywhere
Cause you know, I know it`s a game (Just SLAM!)
YaknowhatI`msayin? The government got a game
Get all the brothers locked down
(This

I.C. Y'all

Busta Rhymes

Art Official Intelligence: Mosaic Thump

2000

gettin' stomped by the marching band
Keep 'em shook like spray cans (it's so hot)
It's so hot it'll make your face tan (ooh)
Ace ban rap, the place,

more and it's 3am outside your door

I been down for the count more than Chris Paul
but this law you know what you in for
Tell them like where's Waldo

Trainsong

Sieges Even

Uneven

2007

Rushing down platform 8, all my efforts are in vain
Disappearing in the dark are the tail lights of the train
One minute too late, it was the cab

of thinking
That was the worst of the crimes
By the time they killed Ms. Bonnie
She had already died 3 times

A full moon was flyin’
The wind was high

to myself
Ready? I'm no beginner
We'll never run out of health
Level up by the second 'cause
So much damage is dealt no doubt
I'll be the greatest trainer

night mojitos by the minute
The crowd stacked at the door
Niños, dogs, and roosters
Frolicked on the floor fifteen Cuban minutes
Lots of give and take

City of Light

Hilltop Hoods

The Hard Road

2006

Watching whole cars as they went flying past
I couldn’t paint so I rhymed to the writers
They’d laugh, light up a smoke, and get blinded by their lighters

me down, light me fucka
I'm alotta shit, but I ain't no sucka
Three straps on a back, watch three chuckles
No way back for a black motherfucker

reasons 
Fucking all night n she’s gone by the evening 

1,2,3 in the hotel room, i find my peace when i run to you i
Hey , aye, hey ay
1,2,3 in the hotel

Mr. Shorty

Marty Robbins

No. 1 Cowboy

1980

And I could tell he was lookin' for trouble
From the way that he came stompin' in
He told me to leave Shorty there by himself
Come down and wait

That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by

with Amalgam
Digital dollars, afford flights
Where the massages will be provided
By my down ass exotic dancing Italian goddess
The planes got it
That's

nothing wrong with me
Two, nothing wrong with me
Three days since the living room
Three, nothing wrong with me
Four, nothing wrong with me
I realized it's

statue
For every wise response, a sly remark, I can't match you
Cos logic's out the widow and reason's out the door
I'm looking hard at it like tracks by

at the door
And their eyes scream ice-cream
I scream
Don't wait up for us you cheap little whore
The boys are getting lit
So I pull the brim of my cap down

coming up,  pounding in my brain
Last night hit me like an runaway train
Rolling down the track, running full throttle
A whole lotta trouble in a 20 dollar

the baggage by the door
And I'd at last be, I'd at last be free
I would lay my burden down
And my fear would fly away
My heart would not be bound
I wish I

to war
They thought it was Swat how we knock down the fuckin' door

Get on with that G-21 now he laid out on the floor
I got a bitch now so you can't call

the way that it tastes
Like that sweet empty bottle
Bottle of cheap Moscato
 
The last thing that I remember 
Is stumbling in the front door
You took me by

legs shake
I got the doors locked
Pull the hand brake (Skrrt skrrt skrrt)
Dk her booty shake
Make it go up and down
Fuck the ex bitch she a fucking Clown

out of his door
Without making a sound
The tracks on the ground
Made by one person's shoes
They came and they suffered
Enduring abuse
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